Prentice Park

 


On the western edge of Ashland, there is a very small city-owned campground that is almost always full. My morning walks with Callie take me through this park’s lovely trails.


Just off the trail are ponds fed by artesian springs.


It is so quiet and peaceful. Living in the present can be a challenge—but not here.

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